Lord Jesus! when I think of Thee, Of all Thy love and grace, My spirit longs and fain would see Thy beauty, face to face. And though the wilderness I tread, A barren, thirsty ground, With thorns and briars overspread, Where foes and snares abound-- Yet in Thy love such depths I see, My soul o'erflows with praise-- Contents itself, while, Lord, to Thee A joyful song I raise. My Lord, my Life, my Rest, my Shield, My Rock, my Food, my Light; Each thought of Thee doth constant yield Unchanging, fresh delight. My Saviour, keep my spirit stayed, Hard following after Thee; Till I, in robes of white arrayed, Thy face in glory see. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CINQUAIN: THE WARNING by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY DESPAIR AND FEAR by EMILY DICKINSON TYRANNICK [TYRANNIC] LOVE: EPILOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN A CONTEMPLATION UPON FLOWERS by HENRY KING (1592-1669) CHANGED by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TO MR. GAY, WHO WROTE HIM A CONGRATULATORY LETTER ON FINISHING HOUSE by ALEXANDER POPE |